Fenella
By Mustang Gal
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You should probably have guessed by now, I own nothing except what I make up- and that's hardly going to make me rich now, is it?
Summary: I thought it would be interesting to write a Dagonet/OC romance where his love interest is beautiful. So flame me if you think it sounds Mary sueish. I happen to like my main characters being strong, warrior women. I just wanted to write this. Besides I believe women can fight just as well as men, why should it matter what she looks like?
To ALL my reviewers, I normally would reply separately to each of you except I can't work out who I replied to and who I didn't. So I love you all and thanks for reviewing! And Scorpion if you're reading this, thanks so much for dedicating you're story for me! And I apologize again for not being able to find it earlier.
When Fenella approached Arthur before they left she was feeling slightly apprehensive. She was going to ask her commander is she could keep the dog. She hadn't named him yet- she would be more disappointed if she wasn't allowed to keep him if she did. She knocked tentatively on Arthurs door.
"Enter" she heard him command. Fenella took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Fenella." Arthur greeted her with a nod, she nodded back.
"Can I ask you a question?" She asked. Arthur nodded.
"You know that dog, that, err protected me in the battle and has since stayed with me?" She asked, apprehensive. Arthur nodded again.
"Well, I couldn't find his owner. What I wanted to say was can he stay with me?" She asked, only just stopping herself from fidgeting. Arthur thought for a moment.
"I don't see why not. But you have to take responsibility for it." Arthur said. Fenella beamed at him.
"Thank you!" she said and backed out of the room, beaming.
"Hey boy!" she exclaimed crouching down as the dog gave her a sloppy kiss. "I can keep you!" She hugged the dog.
"Now what shall I call you?" The dog waved it's tail, and licked her, sensing her happiness.
"You're a cheerful one, aren't you?" the dog wagged his tail. "That's it! I'll call you Alain, it means cheerful- it suits you, you know." She said grinning. The dog smiled his doggy smile and bounded off towards the stables doors. Fenella rose and saw Lancelot entering the stables.
"Good evening, fair lady." He said with a bow- walking over and kissing her hand. Fenella's relationships with the knights had grown- well the Knights except for Kay.
"Good evening, Sir Knight." She said while curtsying and suppressing a giggle.
"May I have the pleasure to escort the lady to dinner?" He asked, still playing the posh gentleman.
"You may, Sir Knight." Fenella was flirting shamelessly and
she enjoyed it. She wondered what it would be like to bed a man she trusted.
She wasn't particularly scared of men now, and she didn't love anyone or
thought she ever could. She decided she'd like to try to bed one of the
Knights. She believed making love was for pleasure- sure she never had any
pleasure out of it. But she talked to women in the village and they talked
about the pleasures of bedding a handsome man. Why not give it a go? She asked
herself, sizing Lancelot up. Unbidden a vision of Dagonet flashed in her mind,
she inwardly shook it away. The man didn't care for her in that way, he was
noble and she was a used woman. She decided as nice as he was she wouldn't use
him for that- some one with a lot of experience like Lancelot or Bedivere. He
had shown interest in her. Just while she was thinking this
Bedivere entered the stables. He smiled broadly at her.
"Ah I see Lancelot has found you first!" He said, walking over.
"Never fear lady, I shall protect you!" He mock glared at Lancelot.
"Unhand her vermin!" He threatened, and looked at Fenella strangely. Lancelot caught this look and raised an eyebrow quizzically. And dramatically sighed.
"Very well, I shall release you into the capable hands of Sir Bedivere." He said "Fare well, fair lady." Then he walked off, leaving the two alone.
"Well, we'd best get to dinner or else we shall miss out!" He said, threading Fenella's arm through his. They walked to the bar and sat next to each other on a table with Lancelot, Dagonet, Bors and Tristan. As the Knight progressed Bedivere and Fenella flirted more and more and Fenella found herself strongly attracted to him. They were both slightly tipsy when they both got up and left the bar.
"Hmmm." Lancelot said. "Those two are in for some fun tonight!"
"Did you see Fenella and Bedivere leave together?" Gawain asked walking over.
"We saw them just a second ago, heading to Bedivere's room." Galahad added.
Bors laughed heartily. "About time our Fen found a man- she needs a decent one to help her recover from that Roman bastard." He laughed again. Now Tristan spoke up.
"I don't think he's the man for her. He's a decent enough man, but she needs someone else." He said.
"Was that Fenella and Bedivere leaving just a while ago?" Arthur asked walking over.
"I knew the woman was a lousy slut." A drunk Kay slurred. The Knights glared at him, but apart from that ignored him.
"Fenella and Bedivere, I never saw that one coming…" Arthur mused and looked at his Knights. Galahad was now distracted by a pretty village girl and Bors was trying to get his hand out of an ale mug, god knows how he got that in there.
"What do you think Dag?" Asked Lancelot looking bemusedly at a struggling Bors. It took him a while o realize Dagonet hadn't answered.
"Dagonet?" He queried the Knight. Arthur had just caught up with this and watched.
"Huh? What?" Asked Dagonet, startled.
"I said what do you think of Fenella and Bedivere?" Lancelot asked. It took a few seconds for Dagonet to answer.
"Okay I guess. Excuse me." He said rising, and started walking away from the table.
Arthur and Lancelot exchanged looks. There was the sound of breaking pottery and their attention was diverted to Bors. He had just smashed the mug on his hand on the table, he wiped a bit of blood.
"Dag getting an early night eh?" he asked. Arthur nodded. It seemed that only he and Tristan had just witnessed Dagonet's strange behavior. Galahad and Lancelot were busy with women, Bors had been preoccupied with the mug on his hand, Gawain was arguing with a Roman legionnaire, and Kay was passed out on the floor.
Fenella and Bedivere stumbled into Bedivere's room, kissing wildly and removing each others clothing. They fell onto the bed…
A/N: Poor Dag…. Tell me what you think! And check out this page: http:en. makes me think that the Knights wouldn't find a warrior woman strange. It's quite interesting, I can imagine Sarmatian women fighting.
Mustang Gal